George may have been angry seeing Arthur pinning you against the wall, hand holding yours by your side whilst the other caressed your cheek- his knee between your desperate thighs as your lips passionately moved against one another's- but you couldn't help but feel like George had at least somewhat brought it upon himself.
Stay away from all my friends, they're all weirdos. Is what he'd indoctrinated you with.
Stay away from my sister, she isn't interested in you weirdos. Is what he'd told all his friends. Everyone from Cam to Alex to Arthur Hill to Chris had heard it, and all of them seemed to abide by it pretty much. They didn't want any problems from George, debatably the tallest and strongest of the lot- and so they made all that normal friendly small talk with you and left it at that. No pushing boundaries...
But it was just too bad that from the moment you met Mr ArthurTV you just seemed to gravitate towards one another.
You'd first met Arthur when he came round after a night out, and even whilst he was practically half asleep, half intoxicated- with an arm slung around George's shoulder, you felt that unstoppable-magnetic attraction to him.
Then the next morning, George was still asleep when you left your room to get breakfast. Arthur was awake though, walking around the living room with the posture of a quaver as he aimlessly wandered, pondering what to do. Seeing you made him straighten up though, eyes widening slightly as he met the pretty girl, wondering who the hell it was in the kitchen.
Once he realised it was George's sister he just felt a smile light on his face. George had warned him not to talk to you or do anything with you, but as soon as a sweer little laugh fell from your lips as he stuttered a M-morning, he just knew you were going to be inescapable.
It felt like common coincidence when every time Arthur came over for George, he ended up leaving with you whilst George was asleep. The two of you did lots at nights- he took you out to get ice creams and watch movies, go for walks in the park and sit curled up besides one another on a bench just talking and looking at the stars.
You didn't know what you were.
Friends? Clearly not; friends don't kiss each other behind their brother and friend's back.
Dating? Not really since neither of you had named your escapades a date, or called one another boyfriend or girlfriend.
You two just spent time with one another. The type of time that had you feeling all fuzzy in the stomach and light in the head- where your cheeks hurt because you've been smiling so much- the type where you think their smile is so sweet you just can't help but kiss it so that you can share that warmth and feel his smile on top of your own.
Clearly the two of you had gotten a bit too bold this night though.
Arthur just couldn't help but shower your with kisses before he left, making you squeal and giggle as he backed you into the wall with a sweet grin and hands moving up to cup your cheeks whilst he smothered you with his chaste little kisses, which slowly developed into something far more open-mouthed and passionate which the two of you had been far too involved with to notice George's door opening, followed by a-
"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE-"
Your eyes snapped open in an instant, palms on Arthur's chest, pushing him away so that he stumbled back, his eyes also wide in shock as his back hit the opposite wall- his face ghostly pale as he stared at the horrified face of his best friend, your brother- George.
George looked infuriated- his eyes wide in horror, nostrils flared angrily and hair dishevelled in clear indication he'd just woken up to see Arthur snogging your face off. And clearly he wasn't happy about it. It appeared George didn't know who to be angrier at either, as his head swivelled between yourself and Arthur, opening his mouth slightly as if he were going to yell at one of you- before turning to face the other and give them a look of what the FUCK.
The tension in the apartment was thick enough to cut with a knife, as the three of you all waited for the other to say something. Nobody wanted to speak though, as Arthur and yourself felt terrified whereas George was just appalled.
It seemed Arthur seemed bold enough to break the atmosphere, opening his mouth cautiously with a hand outstretched as though he were trying to calm a particularly volatile animal.
"George-"
"YOU SHUT UP." George cut off Arthur with an angry outburst, Arthur shutting his mouth and looking to the floor instantly. George looked broken, clad in his white tee and pyjama bottoms, hands running through his hair whilst he shook his head. It would've been a funny sight, if not for the nervousness that shot through your body, from fingertips to the pits of your stomach, the confrontation so nightmarish you pinched your forearm behind your back just to check this wasn't some sick nightmare. "Get out, Arthur."
"What?" Arthur looked up and his head swivelled between George and yourself.
"Get the fuck out," George repeated, his eyes setting coldly on his friend. "Doors that way, genius."
Arthur gave you a prolonged look, almost asking if he was alright to go. Clearly he didn't want to leave you for an awkward conversation with George, and you were just as adamant. However you bit your tongue and swallowed your needs, slowly giving him a nod and encouraging him it was fine to go and that you'd be okay. George watched his every step as Arthur nodded back in response, leaving through the front in silence as you and your brother stared at his back.
As soon as the door shut behind him, George let out a great heave of a sigh, placing his head in his hands again and leaning back against one of the kitchen walls in sheer tiredness. Not only had he just woken up to see that, but he'd only had about fifteen seconds after waking up before he'd began yelling- and his head was pounding. He was physically and in every sense, exaughsted.
"George..." You started slowly, wondering whether he was still volatile or ready for a civil conversation yet. You didn't want to aggravate him any more than he already was.
"Fuck, what is it?" He sighed and asked, looking up to meet your eyes.
"Is there anything..." You gulped. You didn't even know what to say. Was it worth an apology? Is this the situation where you ought to apologise; after kissing your brother's best friend? "I'm sorry, George."
That was met with a brief silence. George pulled his eyes away from yours, just thinking for a moment before relocating to one of the chairs in the living room. You followed and sat on your armchair opposite him, the two of you watching the fish tank in the corner as you just sat, mulling over everything in silence between one another.
"I can't believe what I've seen." George broke after a while. "I would've never expected for you to be leaving at midnights to go out, sneaking around with some guy... Especially Arthur."
"You noticed when we left at night?" You questioned, turning to face him. Clearly the Arthur and you hadn't been so sneaky after all.
"Well, it was just the last two nights I went into the kitchen and noticed the lights were on... I went to your room to check whether you had got yourself some snack and forgotten to switch the lights of or something, and you were just gone. Bed empty. Shoes gone from the corridor." He spoke softly. Not the empathetic type of softly, just the im trying to come to terms with this, softly. "First time I thought it was just that you'd gone to get something from the shops, second night I was a bit concerned... Then tonight I thought I heard something from outside and so I came to check you were alright or just ask where you kept going but... Jheez, that was a shock."
You let breath of laughter. "Sorry." You apologised for the second time. And for the second time, he didn't respond to say it's alright or don't worry about it.
"Why'd you go for Arthur?" He turned to look at you in the eyes. You didn't have eyes quite like George- yours were darker, not quite as striking, and you were always jealous of his- he always had a far more intense stare. And he definitely made you uncomfortable as you dug to the back of your head trying to think of why indeed you had been attracted to Arthur so much.
"I... don't know." You breathed, and took your turn to sigh. "You know I didn't do it to spite you or anything... I haven't got involved with your friends or anything just because you say not to... I don't know why Arthur was different. It's always just... different with Arthur."
"I tried so hard to try not to be toxic- you know- not say that you're forbidden from talking to my friends but also making sure you don't get too close. I try to keep them away from you because... Well, I don't know either. You deserve a separate life from mine, not entangling your life and relationship with my YouTube bullshit. I know you aren't interested in my life or any of that YouTube and media stuff."
You nodded and let out a hum of agreement because he was right. You didn't care for his friends or his YouTube stuff.
"Fucking hell, ARTHUR of all people!" George shook his head, the disdain in his voice drawing a laugh from you, the atmosphere warming a bit as it turned from an awkward conversation moreso to a latenight talk with your brother. You'd done those a lot whilst growing up, but moved further apart as your occupations had you busier and busier. Times like this made you remember what it was like growing up with George though, and almost had you missing them a bit in your sleepy wistfulness.
"Well what's bloody wrong with him?" You grinned at George as he turned to roll his eyes and scoff.
"Oh I don't know, maybe his weird obsession with every animal that walks on the Earth? And you know he likes Star Trek, bloody STAR TREK!"
"George, you know I like Star Trek?"
"You told dad you'd punch yourself hard enough to knock yourself out if he ever tried to make you watch Star Trek."
"Well, turns out watching it with someone you like makes it a hell of a lot easier to get through-"
"Are you talking about Arthur?"
"Yeah-"
"Ew."
The two of you shared a laugh before sitting in a cosy silence once more, yourself rocking back on the armchair and looking happily at the angelfish in the corner.
"You know, maybe Arthur wasn't the worst person you could've gone for." George spoke after a moment. His words surprised you (After all, he had been VERY anti-Arthur until then) and you snapped your head back to look to George and see whether he was just joking around.
"What?"
"Well, he isn't the worst." George shrugged. "You know, I don't think he's the type to do anything... bad."
"No, he definitely isn't." You shook your head with a sweet smile. Just last week, after all, Arthur had driven out at around 2am to get you a ride back home since your bus had left and it was pouring with rain. You tried to refrain from thinking too much about how well Arthur's hoodie fit you, and how good of a kisser he was when the two of you were snogging in the backseat of his car.
"It is a bit disappointing you've managed to get a boyfriend before me though..." George said, and you let out a snort at the thought that that was what bothered George most in this situation. "Not that I'm looking for a boyfriend- I'm quite desperate for a girlfriend, actually, but now that I'm saying that, if the opportunity came about-"
"Actually, now that you mention it- I don't think he is my boyfriend-"
George choked on air at the words, coughing and spluttering at your words, the shock making him choke in saliva.
"You bloody what?"
"No, he isn't my boyfriend, I'm not his girlfriend either-"
"THEN WHAT THE BLOODY HELLARE YOU TWO?"
You jumped at George's exclamation, eyes wide as George's eyes were also wide- though not wide like yours. Your eyes were wide because you were freaked out that George had shouted unexpectedly- whereas George's gaze was laced with outrage, and yet under all that, concern, too. And that's when it dawned on you:
Oh shit, George thinks we're just friends with benefits or just fucking around...
"Nonono, not how you think it is-" You stretched a hand out to pause him and elaborate, feeling that warm atmosphere you'd set up now vaporising into thin air as a sense of awkwardness settled within the room once again. After all, it wasn't every day you had to explicitly define your relationship to someone you'd grown up with for a couple decades. "He... I... We...? We. We haven't really put a label on it...yet."
George nostrils unflared, sitting himself back into the cushiony seat and exhaling deeply as he closed his eyes to take his deep breath, looking much like a stressed father as he interlinked his hands and placed them atop his chest. "Right, well, don't scare me like that again."
"You don't scare me by yelling randomly," You grumbled, and George muttered an apology.
"Why haven't the two of you made it... made each other boyfriend-girlfriend, then?" George questioned, fiddling with his fingers, clearly still perturbed by the thought you could date at this point.
"I don't know...-"
"Don't know a lot, do you?
"Shut up, George, you don't tend to prepare answers for the event where your brother questions your every detail of your relationship."
"Yeah well... At least try and be more subtle next time. I don't wanna see either of you snogging. Ever."
"Did you say next time...? Like, next time as in... You're not about to tell me to break up or move out?"
"...Yes?"
"Like, you mean you somewhat support Arthur and I having something...?!"
"I wouldn't go that far," George tsked. "I... Well, it's not exactly the nineteen-hundred's where I have any rights to tell you who you can and can't date... And I suppose if he makes you happy then I'm... happy for you...?"
"Awhh, Geooorgee," You teased, with a babying voice, George rolling his eyes and hardening up in an instant.
"Shut up, you," He grumbled, kicking your fluffy socks with his sliders. "Do your thing and whatever just don't... You know, have a repeat of whatever the Hell I saw tonight."
"No promises." You grinned before raising your hands as George shot a deathstare at you. "Joking, obviously George, joke."
"Better be one." George grumbled, getting himself up from his seat and stretching his whole body before going lax, scratching the back of his neck and wandering off to his room. "Right, I'm off to bed, stop sneaking out at night and ruining your sleep just to go out with Arthur, just go out in the evening or at normal times for fuck's sake."
You let out a chuckle, happy with the outcome of the whole everything despite the confusion about how George had coped with everything tonight.
"Yeah goodnight to you to."
You returned to your room a moment later (making sure to switch the lights off in the kitchen, this time) and picked up your phone from the bedside table to check why you had near twenty notifications from just one person.
Arthur😻: U all good?
Lmk how whatever happens goes
Sorry i left u in the mess
Do u want me to come back? I can if u need or want me to
Hey it' sbeen like 30 mins is everything good bbg?
Call me when ur done wanna make sure everythings okay n all
Missed call
Missed Call
sorry i got u into althat i shouldve known to j have left it in the first place
pls reply tf im acc getting worried
You exhaled a chuckle, burying your face in your pillow for a moment to muffle your laughter at Arthur's concern for you. Picking your head up with a goofy lil smile you typed your response in, sending it off and watching as it instantly popped up as seen within just a few seconds.
All good, George is acc surprisingly supportive you'd b surprised to know
Arthur😻: fym he's supportive????!!
Idk he was a bit iffy at first but liek
He said we're okay to go out n allat as long as we dont yk, pda in front of him
Arthur😻: O shit
Wait that's great
That's fine by me
I didn't plan on kissing every time he walked by tbh
Wait holdon
O shit
He's j sent me a text
"We're gna talk tmrw" he's said
O shit.
Well well well
Have fun with that Arthur
Arthur😻: Wdym have fun with that he's just sent me a fucking death threat 😭😭😭
Hmmm sounds like a u problem 😍
Might wanna catch ur beauty sleep tho bc that doesnt sound v fun
Arthur😻: I'd rather text u all night n deal w whatever happens tmrw when it comes
Cutie
I'll see u tmrw
Let's get dinner together
Arthur😻: Wow go on a genuine date u mean?
If ur down
Arthur😻: I'll pick u up at six, i know a place we can go
Say less bae ill b ready
Arthur😻: 💟💟💟
Much love ill c u tmrw then yh?
Arthur😻: ofc ml
Night! 💟
Arthur😻: Gn lovely <33
You placed your phone on your bedside table, rolling over under the duvet with a smile still on your face. Dinner planned with Arthur, everything fine with George, spending a night in your bed instead of galivanting outside with Arthur until 3am...
Everything seemed like it was going to be just fine.
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